The woman clad in the black dress raised her hand and pointed at the Renara'a Soul Shard, while looking at Robin.
"Do not let yourself be seduced by that woman's honeyed words," she said coldly, her voice like velvet laced with venom. "I care not for her crumbling empire. I did not choose the title Goddess of Blood and Destruction—it was my enemies who gave it to me, trembling, in the aftermath of their downfall. Do you understand? Nothing in this universe, no law, no fate, and no force, can prevent me from ending your life today... except my personal desire not to. And now, in an act of what I dare to call mercy, I have chosen to give you one—only one—path out of this nightmare you've found yourself in. I offered you generous terms in the past, and you spat on them. So listen carefully now. These new terms are not up for negotiation."
Her eyes, glowing with a supernatural intensity, narrowed like twin stars collapsing inwards.
